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Are you the one....

The one who’s cherished to make me complete
Has he stepped in with low feet?
The personage of my life who’s revered
His sneak peek in my terrain, left me at trance
Piercing my serenity with his eminence.

The one to whom i craved to unfold
The mute tales of heart, though manifold
Hear me out, what lies beneath this lub-dub of beats
As I encounter this sporadic metamorphosis

The one to whom the vision inside the cages imagined
The rimy figure in their illusion, yet magnificent
Wiped away in form of him to be coherent
Am I engulfed in chimera or is it true,
A reason to placate my eyes n my soul all through

The one whose presence took long to reveal
For magic of whose subtle touch, I’m reckless to feel
Who grips me in the fetters of his spell,
Ruffled strings of heart, now yearn for peace.

The one in whose thoughts I am tamed,
The most treasured among all things mundane.
As i step at the threshold of this genesis,
Every nook of my soul entreats
Wishing for your essence to permeate.

Comments

Amandeep said…
:-)
a {big tight hug} to you...
CoolBuddy said…
Very nicely written, Is he really the ONE???
Hey Sam! Long time not heard from you. I must say you penned this really well although I am not good at understanding poems. Take care! Warm hugs!
Amandeep said…
Kya yeh blog kabhi update hoga???

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